Sat in a straight-back chair, brilliant blue,
And invited universal Qi to rip the guts of me.
Body ever did love quiet, nearly motionless
Contemplation of the vast and violent mystery.
The more alone I am, I thought, the more fond
I am of myths. All will be well, but in case it is not,
I need to decide now how best to prepare body
To rejoin the planet and dissolve on its own again.
Awareness, surrender awareness. Awareness
Causes nothing. There's nothing to prepare. I do; I do
Not cause the doing, do not cause the knowing
Of the doing, do not cause the knowing, I thought.
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